Letter, in sealed envelope, left with Bar and addressed to Romana.

( The handwritten letter is sealed in an ordinary envelope, addressed to Romana, and left in the care of Bar. )

(no subject)

The first thing one notices upon opening the door into New York is that it's hot. August is a hot month in most of the Northern hemisphere, but even for August, it's vile outside. The smell of horse is on the air, and hydrocarbon. A nasty tang of ozone can be felt across the teeth; the sky has an unwholesomely orange cast across the darkness.

Ray glances around and lays a hand on the side of the building next to him. "We're home," he says.